The younger brother's face twisted as he said in a bitchy manner, "You went to that corrupted land and never had a chance to come back, I'll be sorry if I don't enjoy the look on your face now."
Fielder's nails embedded deeply into his flesh, his fists making a clicking sound because of the excessive force, and asked coldly, "I didn't mess with you, so why are you targeting me."
"Because of what you have bestowed upon me, that damned bottle of fighting qi potion. After I took it, I couldn't break through to a first rank knight at all! Everyone calls me a waste behind my back, and it's all your fault! You definitely poisoned it!"
Felder was disgusted and bad, "That's because your talent is too poor."
"Oh, anyway, if you had a lover, I would still capture her and let countless vagabonds ravage her! Oh, too bad there's no future for you, feral!" The brother made a smug face.
"Grass! You scum!" Fielder's anger reached the extreme, the original owner was a lousy person.
Sure enough, doing good deeds would instead make enemies for himself, really repairing bridges and mending roads without corpses, killing and setting fires with a gold belt. These mongrels who don't understand propriety, righteousness, integrity and shame should be educated with their fists! "You're fucking looking for death!"
A powerful knee slam blasted him backwards, and Fields instantly stormed up and shone another kick at his face, kicking his ugly mouth and face full of blood.
The crowd was stunned that Fields, who was always an honest man, could be so brutal.
"I hate it when people threaten me."
Feld took advantage of the guards' lack of reaction, grabbed his brother's blonde curls, and was about to slam them into the ground.
Suddenly he felt his neck tighten, and his entire body was grabbed by the neck and lifted high into the air.
In just an instant, the agonizing choking sensation immediately made Feld feel that death was approaching.
"What are you doing to my lord?" The one who was choking Fields was a woman with good looks, with long burgundy hair, and what attracted the most attention was the mysterious rune on her forehead.
"Chosen of God?" Fielder was stunned.
The key to this world's extraordinary power lay in the Divine Chosen, who were extremely special existences, above fighting qi and magic, possessing all sorts of unimaginable powers, including fighting, assisting and buildingPlus Danger.
Without the capital to sit around and wait for death, and now that he had offended his brother, Feld knew he had to act, or he might be captured by his brother tonight for any insane torture.
"Wait for me to develop a wave and come back to fucking fuck you all up." Feld's eyes lowered, the anger in his eyes undisguised.
Under nine years of compulsory education, there were no cowards!
"So what's this annoying green dot like a fly?" Feld pondered up the map in front of him, which only he could see, "It appeared on the day of the crossing, maybe it has something to do with the lord's talent."
There is a yin and there is a yang, and the counterpart of the "Chosen One" is the "Lord", as long as you sign a contract with the Chosen One, you will be able to give feedback to each other and grow together.
Lords possessed unique talents, often related to the Chosen of God they contracted with, as well as their own territories. However, there also existed rare innate talents, which were cases where there was no territory, no divine Chosen contract, but possessed a talent.
The original owner naturally didn't have it, but Feld, who had traveled here, possessed this rare talent.
Of course, flying mosquitoes or cataracts could not be ruled out, everything would have to wait until it was seen to be known, anyway, it wasn't far away, it was in Golden Eagle City.
Simply packed his luggage, the butler had already received the gold coins and brought the servants, waiting for Fields with a face full of despair.
Learning that he was going to the cursed land, the butler wanted to hang himself, but he couldn't go to heaven by killing himself, so he had to go to his death.
"Go." Felder was preoccupied and was in no mood to comfort his butler.
Just after opening the manor door, a group of cavalrymen in miscellaneous armor appeared in the field of vision, from which a man clad in red robes and carrying a long pole mounted lance stepped out, "Honorable Baron Feld, I am the cavalry captain Connor, serving as an accompanying escort, I believe we will have a pleasant journey."
"I'm counting on you Connor then."
Feld responded politely, but alarm bells were ringing in his heart.
Saying that it was an accompanying escort, but the banditry on the faces of the cavalry team could not be any sense of security, and Feld even suspected that he would be killed and robbed when he went out.
Of course, it was unlikely, registered knights would not normally do something like murdering a noble, something that would ruin their future.
Fielder shrugged, "Probably supervising me, supervising me on the execution ground."
"Let's go to Golden Eagle City first, pioneering the Nightfall Territory requires a lot of supplies."
Fielder intended to go and see what that green dot was.
Golden Eagle City, as the second largest city in the Ross Family territory, possessed unrivaled commercial power, and was sealed to Fielder's second sister, it was rumored that the tax revenue for one year, was 600,000 gold coins, which was particularly harsh when compared to Fielder's pitiful 500 gold coins.
Taking a carriage, Fields spent a morning arriving at this large city that covered an area of forty square kilometers.
Unlike modern times, the soldiers guarding the entrance of the city were leaning on the city wall in a loose manner, telling bad dirty jokes, or hurling abuses and making things difficult for the bottom feeders entering the city, charging high entry fees.
It wasn't until he saw the cavalry procession that had opened up in front of Feld that one of the officers jerked up from his chair.
"Move those pariah things out of the way, some lord is going to pass through here, grow some eyes, fools!"
The slouching soldiers immediately straightened their spines and drove the civilians and merchants aside with curses,, leaving the gate unobstructed, before saluting Feld with a fawning expression.
Although Fields was not favored, but after all, he was a nobleman, and ordinary people did not dare to offend as usual.
Slowing down his horse, Field followed the green dot's directionBit by bit, leaning over slowly.
The officer at the city gates breathed a long sigh of relief; as long as he wasn't being hassled, it would be another beautiful day, and continued to have his men collect the taxes, while he himself slugged a couple of mouthfuls of olive wine and continued to recline in his chair and bask in the sun.
Guided by the green dot, Feld made his way to the slave market in the northern part of the city.
"Oh! This damned, nose-tingling weird smell of hogweed mixed with feces." Cavalry Captain Connor frowned tightly and kept fanning the air in front of him with his hands, but it didn't help, the stench still penetrated right through his nose.